Euthanasia
I was not ready
when the gift arrived.
Today I cannot share my laugh,
my tears
with you.
The debt of ashes
was climbing up.
Clouds outside,
clouds inside.
My room was full of friends.
Wind was coming in,
wind was going out.
And I was trying to convince them
about euthanasia.
What was I dreaming? Mutation versus creation?
Botox? Somebody removing the wrinkles?
Augmenting the breasts with implants?
Black insanity?
Death was another name of birth?
Now I was transfixed:
Love birds were feeding their kids!
poem by Satish Verma
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I'm Free
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to sing
even if my voice
is not like the voice of an angel
I'm free to dance
even if I'm out of the rhythm
I'm free to cry
even if it means to worry you
I'm free to laugh
even if my heart is aching
I'm free to love
even if it will only hurt me
I'm free to dream
even if I cannot reach it.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to be happy
even if I'm in the middle of crisis
I'm free to live
even if it will then
end in dying.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free...
I'm free!
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Alison
Broken rain clouds,
pink like her lips
full wet, and
blue sky with
tunes out the back of her pickup
in the wind and the rain clouds
are moving cross reasons to leave.
Turning ‘round, lookin' back
as the wind scares the birds
through the air like shed tears,
her foot on the throttle
leaves a long muddy trail.
poem by Rick Stokes
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What A Gift
What a Christmas present for us, all who in Christ have their trust,
What a gift for both you and me, to be transported up to eternity,
When in the twinkling of an eye, we shall be lifted up into the sky,
Up in the clouds, to see our Lord, to see the Gift we long adored.
Far from the gift under the tree, wrapped for passing eyes to see,
It is that One Gift provided by, The Lord God, who reigns on high,
And it was He, who paid the cost, when we were all spiritually lost,
That Gift too, was His sacrifice, paying for sinners, sin’s full price.
All we had to do was to accept, His Gift, that cancels all our debt,
When we simply accept by faith, His Gift available to all by Grace,
For sin’s price, we couldn’t pay, so God, provided for man a way,
Through The Gift of His Son, which today is available to everyone.
Sin’s debt we all have incurred, by living opposed to God’s Word,
While living out this life in sin, as God’s enemy, indifferent to Him,
Separated from The Lord above, yet, He was moved by His Love,
To send all men God’s Gift of Life, through His Son, Jesus Christ.
He is The Gift that we long for, to be in His presence forevermore,
The tree with tinsel we won’t miss, when we enter into eternal bliss,
As we’re snatched into the clouds, to meet Christ, in Holy Crowds,
To see our Savior face to face, God’s only Gift wrapped in Grace.
Black Clouds
This is making me crazy
These black clouds following me
So I look for signs of light
But rarely I see them
I return to my shelter
And I crawl in a bottle
I'm losing my will for this
So over emotional
Black clouds
They rain down but
They can't kill the sun
Confession of depression
This life I'm second-guessing
Like ashes to ashes
I always seem to fall down
I'm tired of running
It's time to face my demons
Confession of depression
This life I'm second-guessing
My emotions are storming
And tears fall just like rain
Pain strikes like lightning
Despair is becoming my friend
I'm pushing myself to a point of self-destruction
Black clouds
They rain down but
They can't kill the son inside
song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
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The Climb
Step by step
I've come closer to reaching the top
Every step must be placed so that I don't fall off
Looking down to see about how much higher I am
Another cool wind comes through and brushes my skin
The harder I push the tension does grow
I gather my thoughts the further and further I go
With some luck I just might keep on climbing
So better to climb than to face a fall
So high the climb
Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
So high the climb Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
Pulling myself up by a rope
I better my view
The only thing in sight is what I must do
As I turned I could see myself falling
Which in return save me strength for the climb
So high the climb
Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
So high the climb
Can't turn back now
Must keep on climbing up to the clouds
Although many failed I must now prevail with no question
Have no time to stop
Onward to the top of the mountain
And I can't turn back now
Its so very high but I can't turn back now
If I keep it up
song performed by by No Doubt from Tragic Kingdom
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Sonnet: The Wind
What shakes the trees so violently? ’Tis Wind;
What moves the clouds hither/ thither? ’Tis Wind;
What takes the tornado around? ’Tis Wind;
What brings the sandstorm on the earth? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the cool and gentle breeze? ’Tis Wind
What makes the boughs and leaves to dance? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the autumn leaves to fall? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the honey-bees to fly? ’Tis Wind.
What makes pollen reach in showers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the dust to climb towers? ’Tis Wind;
What spreads the perfume of flowers? ’Tis Wind;
What makes the rain-clouds advance far? ’Tis Wind.
What makes the Wind to blow? ’Tis God;
What makes a Tempest stop? ’ Tis our Lord.
7-18-2001
poem by John Celes
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Clouds Of My Life
There moves the cloud
with the wind that blows
So bright and white
like the pages of my life…
I sit near the window
and watch those clouds
That shows me the way
my life is being shaped…
Never was I able to
see the clouds
Have the same shape
in every minute of my life…
Why does this happen
is what I think
But everyday is not the same
is what it says to me…
I see the winds
blow off the clouds
Which makes me think
when will my life be blown off? ...
It's hard to see
black clouds coming in between
Making my worst fears
strike into my mind…
It rains day and night
making me feel happy and sad
Happy to see the black clouds fading
but sad about losing the clouds…
Dreams of mine takes
shape in the clouds
Always showing me the face
of the person I like…
It always reminds me
my life is in world's hands
No matter how hard I try
can't change the fate of my life…
It's nice to see the clouds
every morning I wake up
This reminds me there is still a day
because I see the "Clouds of my Life"…
poem by Sowkoor Nischal Shetty
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Feels Like Rains
Here I go again
Hanging on to the bitter end
All alone
Nothing left to lose
Don't want to face tomorrow
I can't sleep tonight
Blame it on the weather
Till I get over you.
Chorus:
Feels like rain
Feels like I'll never fall in love again
There's a cold wind blowing every cloud my way
And it feels like rain today
Taking down every picture
Hanging on every wall
Broken dreams, painfull memories
Like the times I never listened
And the times I didn't try
It's gotta be the weather
'Cause you're not here with me
Chorus:
Feels like rain
Feels like I'll never fall in love again
There's a cold wind blowing every cloud my way
And it feels like rain today
Regretting every minute
Since I watched you walk away
Cause it's not the same without you
And now the clouds are hiding
Every sunny day
I guess I'll stay inside again
Cause it feels like rain today
Feels like rain
Feels like we'll never fall in love again
There's a cold wind blowing every cloud my way
And the clouds are hiding every sunny day
and the storm is coming so I'm here to stay
'Cause it feels like rain today
Yes, it feels like rain today
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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I Like The Image Of Clouds Keeping On Changing
i am simply amazed with the way the
clouds keep on changing themselves
and sadly, the winds do not really admit
their faults how they blow harder and how
they stop when the clouds are carried away
in ecstasy and red with sunset the clouds
are mad to the coming of the night its blackness
overpowering its quest for the good and the true
and the beautiful. The moon sits with the stars
in meditation, what goes wrong? why so silent?
that seems to be their theme in the motif of
stillness and the wind now with the wolves and
dogs howl throughout the night telling the
trees that they are ready for love and lust.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rolandson
The wind blows and it knows it course,
But my love will hit you like the bullet!
Because, i deeply love you for what you are.
The wind blows and we are lost in the cold,
But the muse of love is what i bring to you;
And we will live on forever!
You are talking of a person who is loved by many;
And i am talking of a person who is loved by one;
For, i have my grandmother's grave to share with you.
The rain does not fall on one man's house,
But i am living in a small room to share this love with you;
And i need your love to move on like the bullet train.
The store is ready for the coffee and i need your love,
But Auntie Jane is around to see me through;
For the love of Narobi is all about you.
A message to my wife,
Of the muse of things that clouds the air;
Buit my faith will lead me on to fulfil my dreams.
You are after this adventure and i am after this love,
And like Rolnadson who lives in the woods!
But my muse will touch you for you to learn about me as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dragon’s Breath
The Japanese released dragon’s breath
Clouds then seeded by high-swift winds
Now black clouds weep bitter tears of acid
Unsuspecting life below face certain death
The blame doth fall upon;
Men who ripped uranium ore from Gaia’s belly
Sucked dry black blood from her breasts
Now for committing such cruel atrocities
Mother Earth soon shakes off these vile pests
poem by Ray Lucero
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I'll Be Back
Messages come, and make us suffer
A letter comes, and keeps on asking…
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty
The one's I trust
A form of rose
Has written me this letter
And has asked me
Someone's breaths, Someone's heartbeat
Someone's desires, Someone's smile
Someone's dull mornings, sleepy evenings
Lonely nights, unsaid words
Longing arms
And have asked her
Longing eyes
That...
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty
The ones with love
My best friends
Have wrote and asked me
My village, my people
Old trees, White clouds
Green grass, my soil
My celebrations, my religion
My farms, my land
My parents and
My wife has asked
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this country is lonely and empty
Sometimes a motherly river's letter comes by
And brings along
My childhood days, my games in the backyard
My mother's support, being protected
My mother's lullaby, the softness of her hands
The desire in the eyes, the worries in her words
Hard on the outside, Lovely from the inside
Acts my mom
And asks me in each letter
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you my lap is empty
Hey the passing wind tell me
Will u please do a little favor for me?
Go to my state and salute to my friends
In that state there's a road
Where my wife and kids live
Just tell them that I love them
Just tell them that I love them
Further down that road
Is my old mother
Just touch her feet and
Say my name in her ear
Hey the passing wind
Just to my friends
My wife and kids,
And my old mother
Send them this message
And tell them that…
I will come home
I will come home
The promise I made to…
My soil
To its colorful nature
To my mother lap
To my blossomed flowers
And to someone's heart…
I will fulfill it
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
poem by Kiara Davar
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A Superstition About A Black Butterfly
if it is a brown butterfly that flutters inside
the house
we have reasons to be glad
for it means money
if it is a black butterfly we better prepare
for it means death
sorrow, lament
last night the moon was full and it was floating
on the clouds
the sky was so dark the distant star in contrast
flickers like a firefly full of life
i have seen Venus, the neighboring planet
i keep the joy of light
there came a black butterfly
inside the room passing through the window
while you were sleeping
the light of the moon was all over you
i have seen death
it is inside me this love fading like a faint light
like that most distant star
losing the essence of its light
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The small writer
As I walk on Guido Gezelle’s birth ground,
Bruges, a city full of people is spread around me,
there’s a small boat with sails flapping in the wind,
cathedrals and channels are everywhere, a place where you can love
and in a channel there’s something small circling
dressed in black armoured skin
but maybe it’s only my imagination
comprehending secret words written on the water surface
and when I look up into the sky
there are clouds closing
and suddenly it’s as if the clouds open
with His great presence coming down,
I have to cover my eyes against the bright light
and I see a water beetle drawing the names of God on the water.
[Reference: Het Schrijverke by Guido Gezelle. Bruges is a city in Belgium.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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If I Could Be The Wind
I want to be the wind blowing in forest playing their own song.
I want to be the wind bringing smiles for farmers.
I want to be the wind bringing rain, helping fireman in his hardest time.
I want to be the wind assisting plant to expand their kingdom.
I want to be the wind smoothly blowing over the sea and bringing fisherman home safely.
I want to be the wind covering the thing which ought to be left in past.
I want to be the wind clearing the mind of those with agony
I want to be the wind blowing in summer and tending to those without shelter.
I want to be the wind which bring happiness to the children taking their kite high up in the sky.
I want to be the wind removing clouds of torment and allowing sun to lay down its vital warmth.
I want to be the wind which remove thorn from path and help people to move forward.
I want to be the wind helping bird to take their first flight.
I want to be the wind which leaves versifier rapt giving him his divine words
I want to be the wind blowing all over place bringing happiness to people and vanishes stealthily, unnoticed.
I WANT TO BE THE WIND…
poem by Parth Gwari
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Dustbowl of Reflection
birth right moves to reach out our ideals,
the navel of the past resemble to find the
venture of every Cherry Blossom flower
to blown out away from the Siberian
winter
hurdle the beautiful landscaping of
Mt. Fuji that crushes the fertile valley of
China's most magnificent wonder of
beauty
the limitless aura of our inner passion,
move every stages of life to capture and
conquer the gift that heart desire and the
beauty of once the heart adore, where
the beginning of birth satisfy its reflection
of time
leave nothing but a pleasure to finish the
promise of creation, the make over of
what life is made for its purpose, for in
every stream of water, comes from every
drops of rain in the clouds
look up, as the grass grown, neither its
breathe have catches the wind to blew
down to the hell, as the clouds surf the
ground to grow, for what ever it sow, the
hands hold
make the day be the call to pursue every
hope and let the memories be a part of the
rain that pour the river and stream, for
only in you the whole creation is complete
behold God's creation......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Mosquitoes Complained
One day a swarm of mosquitoes complained to God
“Lord God we must protest! ”
“What is it My Children? ”
“We want You to still the Wind”
“Why? ”
“Because the Wind scatters our swarm”
“Ah I See”…God summoned the Wind
Within moments Wind arrived
God Spoke, “Wind, the mosquitoes have brought suit”
Wind replied “Where are my accusers? ”
'Gone…lost within thee Wind'
So it is when Seekers dispute God’s Creation
ROTMS
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
poem by Ray Lucero
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Today's Gone...
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Today's Gone
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Today's gone,
Its gone with the wind,
I don't know where its gone...
But today's gone!
I don't know where i m going,
For all i know to be left alone,
Today's Gone,
Its Gone with the wind...
I took a walk on lonely road,
To where the heart wants,
Today's gone,
Its gone with the wind...
Heart sings the tune,
It feels like June,
Today's gone,
It's gone with the wind...
Rock on, they 're all gone,
The Hendrix, Cobain and Page,
Today's gone,
It's gone with the wind...
'Imagine there's no countries' said John,
Wish the terrorism from the world is withdrawn,
Today's gone,
It's gone with the wind..
'Nothing Else Matters'; Says Met,
Strum the Guitar and play the frets,
For Today's gone,
It's gone with the wind...
I got something to say,
It was wonderful day today,
Today's gone,
Its gone with the wind...
poem by Sam Kanabar
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Dreamin About U
If the wind blew every petal from your precious red rose
Would u be afraid of what ud find inside?
When Im alone in my room
I cant stop dreaming about u, dreaming about u
When Im alone in my room
I cant stop dreaming about u, dreaming about u
And every time I do what I need 2 do
I cant stop dreaming about u, dreaming about u
Revolving around every word that is spoken
Like the planets around the sun
I want u
Your tongue is a great persuader
Yeah, u got me sold
And when Im alone in my room just watching a rose
I dream about u, I dream about u
When Im alone in my room, yeah
I cant stop dreaming about u
When Im alone in my room, baby, baby
I cant stop dreaming about u, dreaming about u
And every time I do what I need 2 do
I cant stop dreaming about u, dreaming about u
When my sane twin reigns
Claiming your aim is 2 maim my subconscious into being with u
I dream about u
Betting on the notion that if my lustier twin prevails
Like the ruins of rome, Ill lie helpless at your feet
Yeah, when Im alone
I dream about u, I dream about u
I dream about u, baby
When Im alone in my room
I dream about u, my baby
I dream about u, u, u
(and here we stand)
And here we stand amidst your core (u)
Like the petals on this rose I adore (u)
The inside (the inside)
If the inside is kind
Kind in a sense that one would come from all
And the wish that u wish will come true if u call
But if not, (u will fall) u will fall
And Ill still be alone (just dreaming about u)
With this ball in my stomach just dreaming about u (dreaming about u)
song performed by by Prince
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The Morning Is Full
The morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.
The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye,
the wind, traveling, waving them in its hands.
The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.
Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees
like a language full of wars and songs.
Wind that bears off the dead leaves with a quick raid
and deflects the pulsing arrows of the birds.
Wind that topples her in a wave without spray
and substance without weight, and leaning fires.
Her mass of kisses breaks and sinks,
assailed in the door of the summer's wind.
(a pablo neruda collection)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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